In the day since Relli had Impressed Momo, she had learned three things about baby firelizards.
1. They were smaller than she had realized- smaller than anything that even vaguely a dragon had a right to be. They grew bigger, albeit still dwarfed by their wher and draconic counterparts.
2. Like most baby and hatchlings of all species, they spent most of the day asleep. The constant naps would taper off, at some as of yet unknown point in development- a day Relsk was already eagerly awaiting.
3. When not sleeping, they were eating, like the insatiable pits of hunger they were. Most of her children's flits had eventually settled into more reasonably paced appetites. Esther's little fair had not.
But there was more she didn't know about firelizard hatchlings than she did. The easiest way to learn more was clearly to speak to the one person she knew who had raised three of them. There was no substitute for first hand experience.
Which was why she was knocking on Esther's door, in the early candlemarks of the evening, after dragonriders' drills were ended and before wherhandlers' practice began. Momo slept peacefully in the crook of her arm, which she held carefully in place, to avoid jostling or disturbing the small green.